David Sedaris, the humorist and author, asks the simple question "Who are these undecideds" in a very funny article in the New Yorker.
I leave it to you, dear reader, to separate the chicken from the shit.
To put them in perspective, I think of being on an airplane. The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. “Can I interest you in the chicken?” she asks. “Or would you prefer the platter of shit with bits of broken glass in it?”
To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked.
I mean, really, what’s to be confused about?